6:59 pm. Wearing rediculous sweater. Stomach in the wake of a sugary carrot cake and an indoor cigarette. Still no job.
One of my goals for my year here in Montreal, is to make a zine. I haven't an excuse not to do it since, distribution and subject matter being irrelevant to just having MADE one, there isn't much standing in my way. It'll probably end up a disjointed set of short stories, chaotically illustrated and stapled haphazardly. But considering i'd have done something I've been, untill now, only talking about, I'd be happy with it regardless. I'll keep you updated.